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wanted to say something then he paused,
pressing his lips together. He pulled back and eased his cock into her, pausing
at the entrance. She stared into his eyes as her cunt clenched, trying to draw
him deeper. The pause seemed to last for all eternity…until he began the long,
slow slide into her wetness, all the while he held her captive in his gaze. His
eyes held a mixture of possession, pride and adoration. All three emotions
would normally have annoyed the hell out of her, instead she melted. Touched by
what she saw. She mewled softly when he hit bottom—so deep inside her they
almost became one.
    “I love you, Serena,” he whispered as he withdrew from her
just as slowly.
    She covered his lips, silencing him—stopping the emotions
that would be her undoing—and this time he let her. He kissed her back, his
large palms caressing her hips…her waist…her shoulders. Cradling her close as
he dropped soft kisses along her throat. She rose to meet his thrusts, gasps
escaping her lips. Serena held him tight as their slick bodies met and forged
an alliance she knew she’d be powerless to escape. They strove together for
pleasure and she opened to him. Accepting him. Wanting even more.
    “Oh Damien,” she moaned, her fingers pressing into the
muscles of his back. “Harder. Please.”
    His hips answered her request. Taking her deeper. Harder.
Faster. Yet, his touch was gentle. As if she were as fragile as fine china.
Serena arched. Strained toward him. Her body wound tighter and tighter. Higher
and higher. God…so close.
    As he groaned, a drop of his sweat fell onto her breast. She
opened her eyes and their gazes met and held. He gave his hips a little roll,
and that was all it took. She surrendered, giving him her orgasm. Shuddering
with a release that stole through her like a thief. Taking all her sense. All
her defenses against him. Her cunt and nipples clenched, drawing a strangled
sob from her. On and on, she rode the wave of pleasure that he gave her.
    “Come for me, Damien,” she moaned, wanting him with her.
Right down in it. And he responded, as if her request was the one thing he’d
been waiting for.
    His hips jerked, and she felt him shoot into her hot, wet
channel. Giving her his essence. His very soul. Then he collapsed on her, his
breath teasing her damp neck. He lifted his head to meet her gaze, and she
forced her eyes open to meet him. He smiled at her…gentle…tender.
    “I’ll always come for you, Serena. That’s what True Mates
do.”

Chapter Nine
     
    Serena woke with a jerk, frowning as she looked out her
window. Sunrise was just touching the horizon out her east window, but she
stared at the ceiling, her body still vibrating from her orgasm.
    It was a dream. Just a dream. It had to be.
    She rubbed her forehead and groaned. It hadn’t been a
dream though, and somehow she knew it. She wanted to pound on something. It
wasn’t fair. She knew he’d been here. Knew it . In her bed. In her body.
He’d made love to her and it had been…extraordinary. She’d never had a male who
was so determined to give her pleasure. To make sure it was right for her .
    True Mates do that.
    It was as if his voice echoed in her mind. No. They
were not True Mates. She wasn’t going to lose herself. Immerse herself in him
until there was nothing of her left.
    It isn’t like that.
    Serena sat up holding her head, wanting him out of it, and
fought his soft words. The seduction of him.
    Isn’t our connection proof enough of the truth, my love?
    Damn him. She wasn’t going to fall for this.
    She crawled out of bed and went into the bathroom, turning
on the shower full blast and climbing in, she screeched as the cold water
splashed over her, but it did the trick. He was gone. Somehow, she felt it. Or
rather, felt his absence. Fighting a strange wave of depression at the loss of
his mental touch, she turned the hot water tap on to make the water comfortable
and scrubbed herself raw.
    She dried off and decided to